Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.